Friday, January 7, 2005

It's Friday. It's dump day. So we loaded up the truck and we drove to Davis Creek. We left our garbage behind in the big orange bins at the transfer station. We found money in our post office box, and vitamins and soap from Drugstore.com. And a big fat spring plant catalog from Forestfarm. The expedition turned southward to Alturas. We changed the paycheck into cash and put down more ransom on the Aerostar repairs of November. Soon she'll come back home to us. At the 4Corners market we bought big beautiful apples and bell peppers and mushrooms. We found knuckle bones for the dogs. We drove home again. We've had our lunch sandwiches {mmm--avocado-jack cheese-onion-peperoncini on whole wheat) and now we drink our yogi tea. Ruth, eldest cat, matriarch, small yellow, kneads and purrs on my lap. Apple gnaws her knuckle bone. Sally prefers to guard hers, and lies next to my chair growling softly with the bone on a towel between her paws. Burning juniper snaps in the cookstove. Warm enough. At the kitchen table near the stove, Brian lays his playing cards in a line and whispers the numbers to himself. Then he pulls out a spiral notebook and writes down each number and draws a circle around it. Outdoors, it's begun snowing hard. 2:39:38 PM    comment []